I saw you at the police station and it breaks my heart to sayYour eyes had wandered off to something distant, cold and grayI guess you didn't see it comingSomeone's gotten used to slummingDreaming of the golden yearsI see you had to change careersFar away, but we both know its somewhere

I saw you on the back page of some pre-press yesterdayThe drift wood in your eyes said nothing short of love for painI know you from another pictureOf someone with the most convictionsWe used to read the funny papersFooled around and pulled some capersNot today, send a message to herA message that I'm coming, coming to pursue her

Saw you on a TV station and it made me wanna prayAn empty shell of loveliness is now dusted with decayWhat happened to the funny paper?Smiling was your money makerSomeone oughta situate herFind a way to educate herAll the way, time to come and find youBut you can't hide from me girl, so never mind what I do

Tell your country I, rest my face on your bedI bet my sovereign country and I, left it all for your head

I saw you in the church out there was no time to exchangeYou were getting married and it felt so very strangeI guess I didn't see it comingAnd now I guess it's me who's bummingDreaming of the golden yearsYou and I were mixing tearsNot today, not for me but someoneI never could get used to, so now I will refuse to

Tell your country I, rest my face on your bedI bet my sovereign country and I, left it all for your headI got my best foot forward and I'll chase you down 'til you're dead